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vil – stressin’ lyrics

[intro: vil]
mathias, hahahaha
yeah

[chorus: vil]
ayy, why you stressin’?
ayy, why you talkin’? (talk)
b+tches talkin’ just to talk, b+tch, i don’t do the talkin’ (talkin’)
we could hop inside the lam, b+tch, we could get it poppin’ (skrrt)
i ain’t flexin’ for the gram, b+tch, i am really poppin’ (yeah, yeah)
ayy, why you stressin’? (why you stressin’?)
ayy, why you talkin’? (talkin’?)
b+tches talkin’ just to talk, b+tch, i don’t do the talkin’
we could hop inside the lam, b+tch, we could get it poppin’ (skrrt, poppin’)
i ain’t flexin’ for the gram, b+tch, i am really poppin’ (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: vil]
ayy, ayy, i’m with tes x and she just popped an x (pop)
i’m cruisin’ in the model x, well, she gon’ give me neck (vroom)
i got the glock on me, i told my bro, “go hold the tec” (pop)
and please don’t talk to me, i do not care, just save your breath
proud of me (proud), i know she proud of me (yeah)
when i step inside the function, all the hate surrounding me
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
he got hit ’cause he was clownin’ me
i don’t think he gon’ make it ’cause the bullets hit his artery (godd+mn)
let’s get right to the point, and why you keep on callin’ me?
you see me doin’ good, so you tellin’ me you sorry (huh?)
get that fake sh+t out my life, surrounded by love, these people part of me
why you stressin’ ’bout a b+tch when i’m more worried ’bout which car to bring? d+mn (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[chorus: vil]
ayy, why you stressin’? (stress)
ayy, why you talkin’?
b+tches talkin’ just to talk, b+tch, i don’t do the talkin’ (uh+uh)
we could hop inside the lam, b+tch, we could get it poppin’ (skrrt)
i ain’t flexin’ for the gram, b+tch, i am really poppin’
ayy, why you stressin’? (why you stressin’?)
ayy, why you talkin’? (talkin’?)
b+tches talkin’ just to talk, b+tch, i don’t do the talkin’
we could hop inside the lam, b+tch, we could get it poppin’ (get it poppin’)
i ain’t flexin’ for the gram, b+tch, i am really poppin’ (skrrrt)

[verse 2: tes x]
yeah, i don’t give a f+ck, i feel the same now
i just bought a f+cking coupe and blew the f+cking brains out
n+ggas say i’m switchin’ for the motherf+cking fame now
only f+cking thing i’m switching is my f+cking lanes now
they should call me drake ’cause i never been the same (okay)
p+ssy boy talkin’ all that sh+t, we play your brain (oh yeah)
i was robbin’, stealin’, n+ggas, i was taking chains
and i f+cked a n+gga’s b+tch ’cause he was actin’ super lame (shh)
we been gettin’ money
n+ggas talkin’ sh+t and saying that i’m up to something
but i ain’t up to nothing, b+tch, i’m tryna stack these hunnids
blue face bills in the back like i’m a junky
blue face bills, i’m a pump him like a—
double cupped, the mud up
we be throwin’ gang signs ’cause my n+ggas bloods, yuh
i was in the prison doin’ push ups, gettin’ cut up
we gon’ send ’em sh+lls, we gon’ give that boy a buzz cut
stop all the talkin’, little b+tch, shut the f+ck up

- vil lyrics

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